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Amy Weitman

Amy Weitman
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About Amy Weitman

Amy Weitman is the dedicated and inventive writer behind the fictional ModernMom Chronicles. Amy received a Bachelor of Arts from the University of Southern California and earned a teaching credential from Pepperdine's School of Education. She has been a full-time ModernMom for eleven enlightening years. In addition to writing, Amy enjoys reading and spending time with her family, friends and dog, Freddy. She resides with her two loving children and husband in sunny Santa Monica, Calif.

Recent Posts by Amy Weitman

ModernMom Chronicles: Chapter Thirty Six
Maybe the puppy wasn’t a bad idea, Heather thinks as she arrives at the dog park. Sun shines across the wide-open field. It’s a beautiful winter day in Southern California. A tall fence surrounds the perimeter of the large flat grassy area, with several posted signs enforcing various rules of conduct and health. Clementine got her last round of vaccinations on Tuesday and the vet suggested that she be socialized. Because she’s a rescue, it’s hard to determine Clementine’s exact breed. Due to her high energy and long shaggy white fur, it’s suspected that she’s a terrier mix. Aren’t they all?... continue reading
ModernMom Chronicles: Chapter Thirty Five
Heather reads to her husband from the flight magazine. “Santa Fe is dry but prone to weather changes.” Michael nods. “We should move there when the kids are grown,” Heather says. “Sounds like the perfect place for a menopausal woman.” “Now we are discussing retirement,” Michael says. “I guess you really did need to spend the night away.” “That’s an understatement,” Heather says. The holidays are over. Ornaments packed away in plastic boxes. Holiday cards in the recycling bin. Batteries for toys need replacements. When Michael asked if she wanted to join him on an overnight trip to San... continue reading
ModernMom Chronicles: Chapter Thirty Four
The only time she engages in meaningful conversation is when the children are asleep. It’s a fact she’s come to accept over the years. Prior to their bedtime, every sentence was interrupted by a high-pitched “Mom!” and then she’d forget her point. Now, she responds to almost everyone in one syllable. “No.” Anyway, she’s no longer certain that she has anything important to say. When there is time to talk, it’s usually with Michael and these discussions revolve around the needs of the children. “A cavity.” “Shin guards.” “Lice, again.” Though tonight seems different. Michael is smiling when... continue reading
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